Dec 2015
I think it’s very easy to fall.
To fall in,
and fall back out again.
It happens more often than not.
It is a very regular thing,
like slipping your socks
over your feet in the mornings,
or walking downstairs
in a still-drowsy state.
Falling in is perilous.
You may never crawl back out,
and the bruises will bloom
and never leave your skin.
Falling out is simple.
You only have to
wipe their name away,
as if it was just chalk
scribbled upon a blackboard.
To fall in,
and fall back out again.
It happens more often than not.
It is a very regular thing,
like slipping your socks
over your feet in the mornings,
or walking downstairs
in a still-drowsy state.
Falling in is perilous.
You may never crawl back out,
and the bruises will bloom
and never leave your skin.
Falling out is simple.
You only have to
wipe their name away,
as if it was just chalk
scribbled upon a blackboard.
Written: December 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time - pretty simple to understand. 'Forelsket' is a Norwegian word meaning 'pre-love', referring to the euphoric sensation of falling for somebody. The only handwritten copy is on its way to a friend of mine in the US. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the near future.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time - pretty simple to understand. 'Forelsket' is a Norwegian word meaning 'pre-love', referring to the euphoric sensation of falling for somebody. The only handwritten copy is on its way to a friend of mine in the US. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the near future.
